Redemption in the Empty Car Seat

Nineteen years ago today, I returned home from the hospital without my daughter. Her empty car seat seemed to mock me from Columbia to Greenville, South Carolina — and had I listened to the voice of the enemy for the duration of that trip, I’d have returned home bitter. Instead, I crossed that threshold broken. And I believe there’s beauty in brokenness, because it’s there that we are most truly held...

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A Prayer Blast of Protection

I was walking out of a medical building when a gust of wind swept down from the Colorado mountains and hit me at ninety miles an hour. I suddenly had a flash of what I would look like with a busted nose and no teeth. But then I heard the quiet voice of the Lord say to my spirit, “This is not a time to be passive.”

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When the Kettle Sings

Sometimes the simplest moments become the most meaningful ministries. For me, many of those moments begin when the kettle sings. The sound of boiling water and the whistle of the kettle signals that something good is about to happen. But for me, it also carries the memory of special times with my English mum. She believed most of life's problems could be solved with a cup of tea...

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